NARRATOR: Previously
on "Hell's Kitchen."
Giovanni, there's
a slight problem.
NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay evened
up the teams when he moved
Giovanni over to the red team.
- Happy?
- Fine.
There's a lot more girls there.
NARRATOR: And he was
instrumental in helping
his new team win
the tapas challenge.
Giovanni,
absolutely delicious.
- Thank you.
- Well done.
GIOVANNI: Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: During the
blue team's punishment--
Unfortunately, this one sucks.
NARRATOR: --Lacey lost the
respect of her teammates.
If I fight with anybody
right now, I'm leaving.
Lacey, if you've got
to go, then just go.
NARRATOR: And then
she walked out.
Ugh, I hate you guys.
NARRATOR: At dinner service--
Come here, you
mouthy little bitch.
NARRATOR: --in the red kitchen--
The pasta's raw.
NARRATOR: --Carol
messed up on appetizers.
Why aren't you tasting?
I was tasting it, Chef.
NARRATOR: --but felt
Andrea was to blame.
I'm getting yelled at
because this stupid bitch
can't f*cking cook?
NARRATOR: And as for LA,
she was sleepy on garnish.
She's dreaming.
Come on.
More sauce, you silly cow.
NARRATOR: In the blue kitchen--
Where's the wellington?
NARRATOR: --while Ben--
- Just need another seconds.
- What?
NARRATOR: --had one of
his worst services yet.
I'm very upset with myself.
Yeah, no.
I wouldn't be
upset if I was you.
I'd be embarrassed.
- I understand.
I'm sorry, Chef.
NARRATOR: J's performance--
How can you do that, J?
NARRATOR: --was even worse.
Sorry, Chef.
J. I can't believe you
just screwed this service.
NARRATOR: And he
was thrown out even
before dinner service was over.
Get out.
Out, out, out.
Get out.
NARRATOR: The red
team clearly won.
Please, everything
off, please.
I can start shutting it down?
Yes.
NARRATOR: But Carol
and Andrea weren't
in the mood for celebrating.
I'm just feeling like you
had your worst service ever,
and you're pushing
blame onto me.
I'm about to lose
my f*cking cool.
NARRATOR: At elimination--
Tell me who you don't want
on your team any longer.
NARRATOR: --the men were
unanimous in their decision.
My nominee is Lacey.
Lacey, Chef.
I don't want Lacey
on my team anymore.
NARRATOR: Lacey
nominated Robert,
but Chef Ramsey had his
eye on someone else.
Ben, I really
want your jacket.
NARRATOR: But in the
end he decided to give
Ben and Lacey one more chance.
Back in line.
NARRATOR: And although their
dream of being the head
chef at Borgata in Atlantic
City was still alive,
it was over for J.
[theme music]
And now, the continuation
of "Hell's Kitchen."
[music playing]
We won.
Let's all be happy.
Whatever happened, happened.
As long as we keep on
b*ating them, we stay here.
Everything he
said out there, I
felt like he was saying to me.
My performance tonight was
sh*t, and I'm going to take
full responsibility for that.
But if I had another competent
person working with me,
it probably wouldn't
have went down that way.
Our goal is to
win, to stay here
and fight for the grand prize.
It's not to fight
each other right now.
Carol's piss poor attitude
really brings the team down.
Not really something you
want on the team, you know.
You need to shut up
and work together.
If you want to
prove people wrong,
then get to the final five
and then shut them up.
Andrea is out for Andrea.
She's not a team player.
At this point I would
rather work with Lacey.
Lacey, you are so
lucky he doesn't see what
goes on behind the scenes, man.
No, Lacey.
Do you honestly see
yourself running
a million dollar restaurant?
You're here for the rewards.
You're here for the trips.
I want to continue to learn.
I don't want to go home.
You have a
certain skill level,
and we are at a
certain skill level.
So you should be, like,
absorbing us like a sponge
instead of fighting us.
It's not worth it
to care what they
think when the only person that
matters here is Chef Ramsay.
And it's the same
sh*t you did to them
that you're doing to us.
Right.
Good morning.
ALL: Good morning, chef.
Today we'll all be
working with a dish
that I think is somewhat
special, tartar.
Tartar beef and tartar scallops.
NARRATOR: Tartar is a raw dish
made with finely chopped meat
or fish that Chef Ramsay serves
at many of his restaurants
around the world.
Chopped shallots in first.
Lacey, do you like tartar?
I've never had it, chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: No?
So apart from Lacey,
anyone else in here
who hasn't made a tartar before?
Good, take one and
pass it along please.
Now, you are going to
concentrate on taste.
NARRATOR: The chefs have no
idea that the beef tartar was
actually made with tuna,
and that sea bass has
been substituted for scallops.
I think that the scallop
is just phenomenal.
The scallop is unbelievable.
Robert?
Beef's % my favorite.
I could eat a bowl of that.
It's incredible
flavor and textures.
I'll take either
of them any day.
Good.
You are all completely wrong.
Oops.
GORDON RAMSAY: There's no beef.
That's tuna.
- What?
Never did it cross my
mind that it wasn't beef.
Damn, I'm a moron.
GORDON RAMSAY: Ben?
Chef?
Your last famous words, it's
the best scallop you ever had.
That's sea bass.
Yes, chef.
Ain't that a bitch.
At least I'm not the only idiot.
To be a great chef, and
I mean to be a great chef,
yes, you have to have an
exceptional sense of taste.
That's why our next
challenge is the taste test.
Are you ready?
ALL: Yes, Chef.
Follow me into
the dining room.
Let's go.
CAROL: We're going
to do a taste test.
That's the challenge I was
looking forward to the most.
I'm gonna win this.
We need to even out the teams.
Red team, who's going to
sit out on this challenge?
ANDREA: Wow.
That was fast.
LA second guesses herself
from beginning to end.
LA, OK.
you're sitting out.
What a shame you're
not confident
within your own palate.
LA: My taste, it's a little
off and I'm a smoker,
so I'm not going to lie.
I thought it was gonna
be real difficult.
And I was like, you know what?
You guys go ahead and
jump up and take it.
GORDON RAMSAY: Let's
go, Ben and Andrea.
NARRATOR: The blind taste test
will help Chef Ramsay determine
who has a good palate--
GORDON RAMSAY: Blindfolds
on first, please.
NARRATOR: --something
he believes
is essential to
being a great chef.
Headphones on
and music please.
Ben.
Ben, you fat twat.
He definitely can't hear me.
Filet of beef.
Open up.
NARRATOR: In Chef
Ramsay's taste test,
each aspiring chef must
attempt to identify
four different foods.
The team with the most correct
answers will win the challenge.
What is that?
Sirloin of beef.
[buzzer]
Wrong.
Andrea, what is that?
Liver.
[buzzer]
Liver?
Wrong.
PAULA: When you see
the person up there
and they're not guessing
something as basic as filet
Mignon, you're like, OK, this is
really not as easy as it looks.
Fried egg white.
NARRATOR: Both Ben
and Andrea correctly
identified fried egg white.
Egg.
[ding]
Egg.
[ding]
Well done.
NARRATOR: As well as beets.
- What is that?
- Beet.
[ding]
- Beets.
[ding]
Yes.
NARRATOR: Now they
must try to identify--
Romaine lettuce.
Open.
What is it?
Celery.
[buzzer]
GORDON RAMSAY: What was that?
- Diced Romaine.
[ding]
- Well done.
Blue team, three.
Ladies, two.
ANDREA: I was pretty
upset, because I've
put my team into
a position where
they had to pick up the slack.
Blindfolds on.
NARRATOR: Next up are former
teammates Robert and Giovanni.
Turnip.
It's scary in there.
Mm.
What is that?
- Cream of cauliflower.
Cream of asparagus.
Or broccoli.
Broccoli, broccoli,
broccoli, broccoli.
Cream of something such sh*t.
Cream of broccoli.
[buzzer]
Asparagus.
[buzzer]
Wrong.
Turnip.
Pea tendrils.
Spinach?
[buzzer]
Spinach.
[sighs]
Pea tenders?
What are those?
Watercress?
[buzzer]
GORDON RAMSAY: Wrong.
Pea tendrils.
Dude, does it look like
I eat f*cking pea tendrils?
Oh, dear.
Lobster.
- Poached egg yolk?
[buzzer]
What?
Egg yolk?
Mushroom?
[buzzer]
I absolutely couldn't
believe Robert missed lobster.
Wow, really?
GORDON RAMSAY: Black truffle.
Open up.
NARRATOR: With no
correct answers,
both Giovanni and Robert
have disappointed so far.
But now the blue team
has reason for hope.
It's a win here.
It's a win here?
It's his favorite thing here.
This is his
favorite thing, is it?
What was that?
Tastes like sh*t,
whatever it was.
[buzzer]
[laughing]
It's not sh*t.
It's your favorite,
black truffles.
[laughing]
Ain't that a bitch.
I'm not Helen Keller, bro.
I'm not deaf and blind.
I cook with all my senses,
you know what I'm saying?
What is that?
I've never tasted
that before in my life.
GORDON RAMSAY: Oh my god.
I don't know.
[buzzer]
It's not I don't know.
It's black truffles.
Zero for four.
Back in line.
LA, happy now you sat out?
No.
Now that I look back, I regret
that I didn't make Gio sit
to the side, you know,
because I definitely could
have done better than Giovanni.
GORDON RAMSAY: Dear oh dear.
NARRATOR: With the blue team
still leading three to two,
Carol and Lacey are
ready to face off.
Mushroom.
Open up.
Open up.
What was that?
A daikon?
[buzzer]
GORDON RAMSAY: Daikon?
What was that?
It's Mushroom.
[ding]
GORDON RAMSAY: Good girl.
My favorite, calf's liver.
It's gross.
It tastes like liver.
[ding]
Yes.
Foie gras?
Oh, so close.
[buzzer]
That's goose liver.
This is calf's liver.
NARRATOR: Neither can
identify broccolini and have
moved on to sweet potato.
- Cone on, Lacey.
- Come on, Lacey.
Let's go.
She's going to be like, beef.
Sweet potato?
[ding]
GIOVANNI: Come on, Carol.
It's sweet.
I don't want to be wrong.
Is it sweet potato?
[ding]
GORDON RAMSAY: Well done.
Oh, thank you.
ANDREA: Carol brought
us up, and good for her.
I'm happy.
I got to be nice today.
Let's go.
Red team are winning,
five to four.
It all comes down to
this, Paula and Danny.
Come on, Danny!
Come on, Paula!
For the final round
I'm gonna change it.
I'm gonna give you something
different to taste.
For the final round, you'll
both have an entire dish.
There's ingredients
in this one dish.
[gasping]
As you list an ingredient,
yes, you score a point.
Blindfolds on, headsets And
the dish is minestrone soup.
NARRATOR: In this
round, Paula and Danny
will receive one point for
each of the ingredients
they successfully identify.
- Off you go.
- Chicken stock.
[ding]
- Excellent.
- Potato?
[buzzer]
GORDON RAMSAY: Wrong.
Danny?
- Carrot.
[ding]
- Water?
[buzzer]
GORDON RAMSAY: Wrong.
Celery.
[ding]
GORDON RAMSAY: Well done.
- Maybe sausage?
[buzzer]
GORDON RAMSAY: Wrong.
Blue team are ahead
seven to five.
Come on, Paula.
You just need three, girl.
Salt?
[buzzer]
GORDON RAMSAY: Wrong.
Yes.
Beans.
[ding]
GORDON RAMSAY: Good.
Danny?
- Chicken.
[buzzer]
Dear oh dear oh dear.
Paula?
- Bacon.
[ding]
f*ck me.
NARRATOR: Paula and Danny
each have one guess left.
It all comes down to
this, so what is it?
Come on, Danny.
Come on, Danny.
Come on.
Madeira?
Damn.
Come on.
Paula, down to this last one.
- Celery?
- That's it.
[ding]
[cheering]
Headsets off.
Well done, ladies.
Well done.
As the winning team,
you're all gonna
be stars in a photo sh**t
for an exclusive magazine
feature with "TV Guide."
Yes.
Go upstairs and get ready,
cause they need you in makeup.
Yes.
GORDON RAMSAY: Well done.
What person goes
through the grocery line
without seeing a
"TV Guide" cover?
It's awesome.
It's unbelievable.
[cheering]
Losing team,
here's the good news.
You will be participating
in the photo sh**t as well.
Yeah.
Let me just finish--
you'll be waiting on them
throughout the photo sh**t,
because we're having lunch
and it's gonna be cooked
and served by all four of you.
Throughout the
photo sh**t, you'll
be prepping both kitchens,
because tonight we
are open for dinner.
f*ck me, man.
Not again.
GORDON RAMSAY: Is that clear?
ALL: Yes, Chef.
- OK.
Back upstairs.
I'll let you know
when we're ready.
Hup.
To prep both kitchens
again for the third time
which is such a bitch.
There's so much work to do.
It's gonna be a hell day.
Dude, I could have
handled the punishment
now prepping both kitchens.
And we gotta wait on
those snooty little--
ugh.
That's nothing.
Oh my god.
You know what?
We got to pick it up.
We got to bang out
some service tonight.
That's it.
And it can be like f*cking
last dinner's m*ssacre.
GORDON RAMSAY: Wow.
So much planned
for you today, yes?
Wow.
- Oh, I love this.
Let's see, prep the kitchen?
Go get your hair and makeup
done and do a photo sh**t.
Prep kitchen, photo--
I think I'll take
the photo sh**t.
Look at you, Paula.
Wow.
You getting your
makeup done too, chef?
How could I get
makeup on those lines?
You want to sit in the chair,
I'll curl your hair for you.
GORDON RAMSAY: Me
with curly hair?
Yeah.
My first career was
working in a salon,
and I would have loved to
have done Chef Ramsay's hair.
They've all got
lovely hair, except Gio.
I'm just happy I have hair.
Keep hold of it, yes?
Can I interest you in a
bit of sparkling apple cider?
Sure.
Gio, would you like a
chocolate dipped strawberry?
- No, thank you.
- No?
I was jealous.
I have always wanted to have my
hair done and my makeup done.
I have a face for the
magazines, come on.
Wow, LA.
It looks nice, Lacey?
Yeah, I really dig it.
LA: That scares me then.
I really don't like
any of these people here,
and having to wait on
these snooty b*tches.
Can I have that without
blue cheese, please?
Yep.
All right, guys. come over.
Somebody I want you to meet,
somebody very important, yes.
Craig Tomashoff, West Coast
bureau chief for "TV Guide."
Come and say hello.
- Paula, nice to meet you.
NARRATOR: While the red
team gets a lesson in
how chefs should
deal with the media--
As somebody who
does interviews,
it's actually great if you
guys start taking control.
NARRATOR: --the blue
team is not completely
left out of the picture.
Losers?
We're ready.
Yes, right away.
That's right, move.
Not only did they
lose, but all of this
took place out in Hell's
Kitchen dining room,
and that's just like rubbing
salt in the wounds big time.
- Crab salad.
- Wow.
Thank you.
Why isn't there
water on the table?
I'll get right on that, Chef.
- Ladies first.
- I know, Chef.
I just realized that.
Sorry.
Come on.
Where's your class?
I know you lost, but,
hey, do you mind?
- Yes, Chef.
- Yeah.
They can't even serve water
first or ladies first.
Where's our water?
Where's our silver?
Where's our salt and pepper?
It's just been a bad day, man.
It's just so trying around here.
Got to hustle, because we
still have other work to do.
NARRATOR: While the
blue team moves on
to prepping both kitchens
for dinner service,
the red team moves on
to their photo sh**t.
So the idea here is a really
engaged, fun, party photograph.
Excuse me, guys.
That guy has no wine.
[glass breaking]
Oh.
LA: Oh, f*ck.
Did it scare you?
Well, the light was
a little shocking.
I can't-- I can't lie.
Some huge bulb, flash, whatever
startled the sh*t out of me.
You should have seen his face.
I thought I got
hit by lightning.
Are you f*cking kidding me?
- OK, Gordon.
You're here.
Look towards me and
then talk to them.
- Yes, Chef.
- And then you guys can--
- Is my hair OK?
- Yeah, your hair's fine.
You look fine.
I'm just so excited.
To just fathom the
thought that somebody
is going to have my picture
on their coffee table
just blows my mind.
The picture's gonna be
this little party sh*t.
GORDON RAMSAY: It looks
like the last supper.
NARRATOR: As the red team
wraps their first sh*t,
the blue team is busy
wrapping the Wellingtons.
Lacey, what are you on?
Potatoes.
Still working on potatoes.
Do you guys need anything
else before you stop me again?
No, really.
Do you need anything else?
No, no.
Just-- just-- just
see if you can bang
those out a little quicker.
She is something else.
There are few
people that I've met
along the way that
have created such
a sick feeling in my stomach.
All I want to do is put
her out into the street
and call her a cab.
NARRATOR: While Ben tries
to keep Lacey working,
the red team keeps on playing.
We're gonna work
on our second sh*t.
Choose something
glamorous to wear.
Carol looked beautiful.
I don't know why she thought
she didn't look good.
I think her outfit was a
little too short for her,
but you know.
I think she looked beautiful,
How about you upstairs?
Good.
Nice.
It totally gave me an--
an idea of what these celebrity
chefs nowadays go through,
and I'll tell you what.
I love it.
You still have
other work to do,
because we've got to get
ready for dinner too.
All day I was slaving in
the way in the kitchen,
serving them, and then
watching them get their photo
sh**t for "TV Guide."
It ate away at me all day.
All right, man.
Let's do this. we're getting
close to dinner service.
Yeah, it's like almost
dinner service guys.
Let's really kick it
into second gear here.
Lacey, can you get
all this dirty sh*t out
of here while we doing this?
- Yeah.
Get right on it.
I have no idea what's
going through Lacey's head.
You either need to cook, or
you need to pack up your knives
and just get the hell out.
f*cking jackass,
I swear to God.
Every time I heard her
clucking away in the f*cking
kitchen, all I wanted to do was
just put her out of her misery.
Oh god.
Shut up.
We got so much stuff to do.
- Set up the station.
- Hee haw.
NARRATOR: With Hell's Kitchen
just minutes from opening,
both teams hurry to complete
their final preparations.
I've found that going in
there with a lot of confidence
doesn't work.
If you go in there a little
nervous, you're perfect.
I'm going to have my
best service ever tonight.
There are five in
the red kitchen, four
in the blue kitchen,
and I feel that we
are two up on the blue team
because they have Lacey.
Are you ready?
You know where your
chicken, your lamb.
You feel good?
You got some already egg washed?
I am on meat this evening.
Check your oven, see
what temp you're at.
Lacey doesn't know her ass
from a hole in the ground.
.
Do we want it
lower for the lamb?
JP, let's go.
Open Hell's Kitchen, please.
NARRATOR: As usual, Hell's
Kitchen is fully booked,
and tonight there are some
celebrities in the house.
Spaghetti with lobster.
WOMAN: My mother
used to make me that.
Spaghetti of lobster with
basil and fresh tomatoes. ooh.
One order, two covers,
table , here we go, guys.
One scallop, one lobster
entree, one John Dory, one lamb.
Ramp it up, Robert, yes?
I'm on hot apps.
I like that station.
Saute, man.
That's my sh*t, man.
That's my home.
NARRATOR: While Robert
settles in on appetizers,
over in the red kitchen Paula is
delivering her first appetizer.
Risotto?
Why's it got mush like that?
Come here.
All of you.
Taste, quickly.
Oh my god.
A lesson in tasting.
- Salty.
Paula?
Yes, Chef.
It's inedible.
I don't expect that
from you, Paula.
All right, Chef.
Making another one right now.
With the experience
that I have, I shouldn't
be sending out food like that.
If your stock is salty,
Paula, you've got no chance.
Right, Chef.
Unbelievable.
NARRATOR: Back in
the blue kitchen,
Robert has delivered
his first appetizer.
- Robert?
- Yes, Chef.
There's only one spaghetti.
Look at the size of it.
Hey, you're cooking for the
customers, not yourself.
- Yes.
- Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Yes, Chef.
Two spaghetti, two risotto,
one scallop, one Caesar.
Ben, all you're doing
is mixing potato.
Get in there and help him
out, you lazy fucker, yeah?
Let's go.
- sh*t.
I want to do it myself.
I got pasta.
I will help anyone in the
kitchen who needs my help.
I'm the best cook on our team.
Scallops, lobster, how long?
I've got two
minutes out on that.
I didn't say take over.
I said help.
Yes, Chef.
Sorry, Chef.
There's a big difference.
How long?
Two minutes, chef.
Ben doesn't know when
to keep his mouth shut.
Two risotto, one
scallop, one Caesar.
Your window on that.
Go ahead.
Less than seconds, Chef.
GORDON RAMSAY: Two nice risotto.
NARRATOR: With Ben
helping Robert,
the blue team is
beginning to get
appetizers out to their diners.
Come on, guys.
Keep this going, yes?
NARRATOR: Meanwhile
in the red kitchen,
Paula is ready with a second
attempt at her first risotto.
Behind, hot.
Let's go.
Paula?
Yes, Chef.
How you can go from a
disgusting risotto to something
perfect?
- Sorry, Chef.
No, no, no.
But how can you do that?
I don't know, Chef.
NARRATOR: minutes
into dinner service--
The scallops.
The scallops.
Man, that's what I'm having.
Excellent.
NARRATOR: --the blue team gets
the first celebrity order.
One order, four covers,
table , VIP, Eric McCormack.
You know who he is?
"Will and Grace"?
Oh, wow.
Yeah, he's here tonight.
One spaghetti,
two scallops, yes?
One with scallops, well done,
entree, one Dory, one chicken,
one lamb, one Wellington, VIP.
ALL: Yes, Chef.
Hey, he's not going home
in embarrassment, yes?
ALL: Yes, Chef.
- Let's go.
Spaghetti?
- seconds, chef.
Come on, Danny.
VIP tables to me are
just like any other table.
I put into every
dish, every time.
Two regular scallops.
Wells are right behind it.
Good.
Very nicely cooked, Danny.
- Thank you, Chef.
- Service, please.
Table eight.
Eric McCormack, yeah.
Watch his table, yes?
NARRATOR: With
customers on both sides
enjoying their appetizers--
That is really good.
Delicious.
NARRATOR: --the teams
are feeling the pressure
to deliver the entrees.
Chef, that first
ticket, that well
done and mid well, I'm at least
five minutes longer, maybe
seven.
Five minutes longer?
What's your oven on?
Right now, it's at .
Ramp it up to then.
I don't care.
I definitely had
concerns about Carol
being on meat station.
- Are you ditzy?
No.
I don't want to burn
the rest of them.
She's so ready to
judge everybody else
that I just had a
gut feeling that she
was going to be going down.
Paula, I'm backed up
and she's acting ditzy.
I'm warning you now, we're
gonna be in the f*cking sh*t
if we don't start
getting this stuff done.
Yes, Chef.
f*ck.
NARRATOR: While Carol struggles
to get the rest of her meat
out, Chef Ramsay
checks in with--
Lacey, let's go.
VIP, Eric McCormack.
Lacey, don't make me--
Yes, Chef.
Don't make me look stupid.
Away, Wellington,
lamb, chicken, Dory.
VIP.
Get a grip.
Wake up.
Let's go.
Lacey, talk to me.
I don't know.
I honestly don't know.
OK.
Boy oh boy.
Lacey had no clue
what she was doing.
You got your lamb reheating?
No.
I can't-- guys, I'm serious.
Hey, it's cool man.
Just breathe, girl.
Come on.
- Keep focused.
Just get your
lamb in your oven.
Grab a pan.
Lacey on meats, I was
just like, oh man.
That's going to be up
in four minutes, OK?
Just spoon feeding her.
Like relax, calm down
it's not that bad.
You're fine.
Just tell me what you need.
I don't know.
That's the problem.
How long, Ben?
I believe we're going
to need some more time
from the meat station, Chef?
Talk to, madame.
I don't know how long, Chef.
Really, I don't.
What did he want me
to do, lie to him?
f*ck it.
I didn't know.
I didn't lie to him.
Get on there and help her.
I'm no good at meat, guys.
I told you that.
That's fine.
Which one is your well done?
Leave it.
f*ck it.
What is that?
- I--
What is that, I said.
Look at it.
It's on fire.
Is this your well done?
I don't know.
She was lost.
I don't know what's
going on here.
What's the matter with you?
I can't cook meat, Chef.
What do you mean
you can't cook meat?
Obviously, I'm
way too confused.
Madame, get out.
Get out.
Can't handle the heat,
get out the kitchen.
I can't cook meat?
I'm-- I just got
really confused.
If you got confused, why
didn't you say something?
I did, and then Robert
cooked the chicken
and the chicken went on fire.
Why can't you just
make the effort?
I'm trying to make an effort.
Do you want to go back in
there and make an effort?
Yes, Chef.
Well, wake up and get a grip!
Come on.
Lace, it's me and you.
We're here now.
Tell me which one would
be the well done one.
One of these is well done,
and I forgot which f*cking one.
You know what?
Let's pick the smallest one.
LACEY: This one.
As much as I wanted
her go down in flames,
I went over there and
tried to calm her down.
Two seconds of your
attention, all right?
That's fine.
Here we go--
What happened?
What-- what'd you do?
What did you just do?
NARRATOR: It's over an
hour into dinner service,
and while Ben and Lacey
struggle to get out entrees--
I need you right now.
You need to put
me on something
easier than f*cking Wellington.
- Hold on.
NARRATOR: --Robert
has managed to handle
the appetizers on his own.
Come on, guys.
f*cking do it.
Go, move this!
[rip]
Come on, guys.
Keep pushing.
All I heard was rip.
BEN: Robert's ass is hanging
out all over the place.
Ooh, i feel a little
breeze on the back of my ass.
I cook in my boxer shorts.
I don't give a sh*t.
Damn.
NARRATOR: While Robert plays
it cool in the blue kitchen,
over in the red kitchen things
are about to heat up for Carol.
It's cold.
Carol, two Dorys,
one Wellington.
How long for that one?
At least five minutes.
We're really in
control, aren't we?
Yeah.
I'm getting it together, Chef.
She kept telling
Chef Ramsay, I'm--
I'm getting it together,
Chef, getting it together.
And I was like, what the f*ck?
All right, give me a
count down on that.
If this sits for
a minute, it has
to f*cking be restarted, OK?
Yes.
Yeah, let me know, cause
I'll have to totally refire.
Come on let's go.
Let me know what's up?
Can I go?
You have your sauce?
Can I go or not?
No f*cking answer.
I kept communicating
with Carol, and I
kept saying it's going
up, it's going up,
and there was no
communication on her part.
Right behind you.
Right behind you.
- Di you talk to her?
- Right behind you.
Right behind you.
Right behind you.
ANDREA: She's not even ready.
Coming with my lamb right now.
Where is the two Dorys?
f*ck me.
Where's that Dory?
It's at--
Hurry up, rapidly.
Yes, Chef.
Un-f*cking-believable.
Coming down the line.
Coming down the line.
- Hey, madame.
- Yes, Chef?
What is that?
Come here.
Come here.
Just touch that.
Touch.
It's overcooked, Chef.
Jesus.
Why'd you do that to me?
It was a timing issue.
It's rubber.
I was never told by Carol, you
know, a certain amount of time,
and my Dory sat there
for way too long.
Dry and rubbery.
She should have
just made a new one.
She had plenty of time.
So to blame me for that,
just, I mean, ridiculous.
You know what?
It's not a big deal.
It takes a little longer
to cook the Wellington.
Those take five seconds.
NARRATOR: Despite Carol and
Andrea's lack of communication,
red diners are enjoying
their entrees--
I got to tell you,
it's really good.
NARRATOR: --while
customers on the blue side
are still waiting.
VIP, away, Wellington,
lamb, chicken, Dory.
You, back on your station.
- Yes, Chef.
- Oh, f*ck.
No way.
I got you.
I got you.
When Lacey started losing
it, I was like, f*ck.
Here we go.
Can't cook f*cking meat.
One minute to the window, yes?
Hey, madame.
VIP, VIP.
VIP.
Yes, Chef.
I need three minutes, Chef.
Three minutes?
Why?
It's all there.
Every seconds, madame,
where's this da da da.
Like, shut up so maybe I can get
you your well-done Wellington.
Chicken, lamb, Wellington.
Let's go.
You can do one table, surely.
Sure, Chef.
I'm just gonna see what happens.
- Send it.
Let's go.
Behind you, Robert.
Excuse me, Robert.
Behind you, Chef.
- Oh my god.
LACEY: f*ck me.
- Come here.
All of you.
What is that?
The f*cking bone's
thicker than the meat.
What is that?
I don't know, Chef.
It's not good enough.
Get out.
You're not good enough.
Piss off.
Madame, look at me.
Let's be honest, you're done.
You can't waste my
time any longer.
I agree.
Give me your jacket
and leave Hell's Kitchen.
And go in there and
say goodbye properly.
Say it properly.
Let's go.
Thank you for everything.
There's a small
violin just for Lacey.
[blows raspberry]
She sucks.
Adios, beotch.
Piss off.
Let's go.
Step up a gear.
On the one hand,
it's a relief.
I can get back to
my normal life.
At least now I get
some sleep at night.
But you know, another part of
me wishes to stay and learn more
and have that chance to win.
But unfortunately,
I f*cked up tonight,
and I can only look back on
the positive things, which
there weren't many for me.
You know, my mom told me when I
came here, don't make enemies,
and that's the first
thing I did and kept doing
the whole time I was here.
Sorry, mom.
I should have listened.
NARRATOR: It's more than two
hours into a dinner service,
and with barely any entrees
served the blue kitchen
needs to make up for lost time.
You can do it, yes?
ALL: Yes, Chef.
It was just our chance to step
up and show Chef Ramsay that we
are worth the sh*t around here.
Two Wellingtons, one
lamb, one chicken, VIP.
You, get on the section.
Now push.
Let's go.
Chef, we got it.
NARRATOR: Rising
to the challenge,
the blue team starts
pushing entrees out
to their appreciative customers.
Delicious.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile,
back in the red kitchen.
GORDON RAMSAY: Go on.
What's the matter?
Well, they requested medium.
It's still too pink, so I
have a refire for two medium.
GORDON RAMSAY: Yeah.
Carol, lamb back.
They requested medium.
Look, it's still moving.
Oh, f*ck.
Carol, yeah.
You gonna blame
the oven this time,
or are you gonna
blame the sheep?
It was rare.
Right now I'm feeling
really, really low.
Definitely second guessing
myself and what I'm doing.
Madame, two medium, rapidly.
Yes, Chef.
Please be well-done, baby.
Please, I'm begging you.
Oh my god.
Where's the Wellington?
Let's go.
f*ck.
f*ck.
Ah, LA.
Back off that garnish.
They're not done.
She got me a little mad
tonight, because I got all
these pans lined up, waiting.
I was sitting there
ready to roll,
and, you know, Carol just
got freaked out and scared,
and she just lost it.
The meat station
is not that hard.
Come on.
My sh*t's getting full, guys.
I swear if I could
crawl in the oven
and make it cook
faster, I would.
I know LA was quite
frustrated with me
because I kept changing
the time on her.
You know, what else
are you going to do?
Where's the lamb, please?
Stone cold.
Come on.
That's not good enough.
Bland, cold, horrible
mashed potato.
Chef was on LA cause
she was a little late.
I don't know what happened.
All I know is that she
didn't have a good day today.
Wake up.
Yes, Chef.
NARRATOR: On the blue side, the
men continue to rally and have
nearly completed entrees.
Let's go, three man station.
Let's go.
Chef, hot pan.
Dory garnish.
Right behind.
Coming down.
To medium lambs, chef.
Here.
Perfect.
Beautiful.
Nice cook.
We kicked ass.
We really came together tonight.
And the last ticket
is two Wellington,
one chicken, one salmon.
Yes, Chef.
Chicken garnish to sell, Ben.
That's our last ticket.
NARRATOR: As the blue team
nears the finish line,
Chef Ramsay has a
question for Carol.
GORDON RAMSAY:
Where's the chicken?
It's coming right now.
Yeah, so is Christmas, madame.
Where's the chicken?
Where'd it go?
Wait, somebody grabbed it.
What?
Well, I'll f*cking
squeeze it out of you.
Where's the chicken?
Where is the chicken?
In my f*cking face.
Sorry about the time, yeah.
Ditzy's nail broke.
NARRATOR: While Carol's
lost chicken has slowed down
the red kitchen,
over on the blue side
the men are making a final
dash for the finish line.
Come on, guys, yes?
Last table.
Ramp it up, Robert, yes?
Yes, Chef, finish strong!
GORDON RAMSAY: Carrots, Ben.
Hot pan.
Service, please.
Go.
OK, switch off.
Let's go.
Danny, Ben, Robert, well done.
Three guys doing all that
food, you cannot but be
proud of us tonight, man.
NARRATOR: While the blue
kitchen has finished
serving all their tables,
in the red kitchen
Chef Ramsay has lost hope.
Three of them
in there cooking.
They've sent all their entrees.
Five of you, and
we're still waiting
on two Wellington from Ditzy.
She gives me a rubber John Dory.
She's shouting at
me about the oven,
and she can't even give
me a hot mashed potato.
One, two, three pathetic excuses
for three pathetic women.
I've had enough.
Stove's off.
I don't know what happened.
We just couldn't
get it together.
It was embarrassing.
It wouldn't surprise me
whatsoever if we lost service.
[music playing]
Blue team, Spacey Lacey, gone.
Since I've been here,
I've never, ever seen
more teamwork than tonight.
Well done.
ALL: Thank you, Chef.
So the winning team by
a mile is the blue team.
LA.
Yes, Chef?
The only thing that
was missing from you
tonight on service
was your alarm clock
and your sleeping blanket.
You five did not work as a team.
All of you go back upstairs and
come up to consensus on which
two of you should be leaving.
Piss off.
[music playing]
I don't know how
you guys want to pick.
Well, he did say
work as a team,
and that was the most
important thing he said, so--
I mean, if I was the executive
chef in this kitchen tonight
and somebody had to get
fired, it would be me.
PAULA: Who's your second vote?
Andrea.
My nominations
are Carol and LA.
Andrea and I have not
gotten along from day one,
and this is her opportunity
to have me go buh-bye.
So we have a
Carol and an Andrea.
We have a Carol and an LA.
Moving along.
Paula?
Carol, based on tonight
and a few other nights.
My second vote's going to be LA.
It's wrong, and I know-- and
I know why you chose me, and I
know why you didn't choose her.
I'm definitely not surprised
that Paula picked me.
She's not gonna
pick Andrea, even
though she sees that
Andrea is weaker than I am.
They're, like,
f*cking, like, this,
whether they want
to admit it or not.
Gio, bud, you're going to
have to make decision, bro.
CAROL: You don't-- you don't
need to even say my name.
Wow, this is gonna
be hard for me to say.
I mean, I have to pick LA.
I mean, I think you can run
a kitchen better than LA.
LA?
Your vote?
I'm going to nominate
Carol and Andrea.
I really don't feel like I'm
one of the weakest on this team.
If you're not here
to fight for yourself,
and if you're not here
to stick up for yourself,
who the f*ck is going to do it?
Nobody.
He's given us an
assignment as a team to be
% sure in our decision.
We're still divided.
There's no f*cking way
I'm going home tonight,
and there's no way I'm going
up on that block tonight.
Red team.
ALL: Yes, Chef.
Have you come to a consensus?
No, Chef.
Kind of chef.
No, Chef.
Kind of, Chef.
What does that mean?
Chef, it means
that some of us have
different opinions on who should
be up for elimination tonight.
Cut the bullshit, madame.
I'm in no mood to
f*ck around now.
Paula, who are the two nominees?
First one and why.
My first nominee, Chef, is LA.
I just feel that
her services have
been OK, but nothing superb.
Second nominee and why.
Carol, Chef.
Carol, why?
I just feel that Carol has
had a few very bad services,
and tonight was one of them.
And just as a
matter of interest,
who was the other person?
Chef, the other person that
we were debating was Andrea.
Why?
She wasn't one of my votes.
Did anybody nominate Andrea?
I did, Chef.
I did too, Chef.
You have failed
as a team again.
LA, Carol, Andrea, all
three of you, here.
Andrea, tonight's performance,
mark yourself out of .
I would probably mark
myself a six, chef.
Six?
Why so high?
I had difficult communication
with a meat station.
I had to fire a John
Dory three times in order
to get it out with
Carol's meats.
So if you're not going
home, who do you think should?
My first nomination
is LA, chef.
Carol at least has
the initiative to take
leadership role in the kitchen.
You two don't exactly
work in harmony.
You work as if you
hate each other.
We get the job
done in the end.
We just work very differently.
You get the job done.
What kitchen were you
standing in tonight?
LA, why should you
stay in Hell's Kitchen?
I can cook my ass off, Chef.
The only reason why
I'm up here is they're
basing it on my communication.
They think that I can't run a
kitchen because I don't yell,
and because I don't show
emotion on the line.
That's bullshit.
Carol, why should you
stay in Hell's Kitchen
on the back of
tonight's performance?
I would give anything
to redo tonight.
I just need another
chance to show it to you.
Who would you send home?
The only reason I
would say Andrea over LA
is because LA hasn't
had a bad service.
She's been consistent,
and doesn't make excuses
and doesn't blame anybody
else for her shortcomings.
[music playing]
The person leaving
Hell's Kitchen is--
Carol, Andrea, back in line.
LA, take your jacket off please
and leave Hell's Kitchen.
Thank you.
LA: I definitely think Chef
Ramsay made the wrong decision.
Anything I did in there, I did
it to the best of my ability.
I'm big on not showing
emotions in a kitchen.
Emotions are weakness, and
I will never be weak, never.
I'm looking for a leader.
Someone had better
start showing me
that they're hungry for this.
Is that clear?
ALL: Yes, Chef.
Now get some sleep.
You know what?
I should have thrown that stupid
f*cking bitch under the bus.
Andrea steps up and
pretends like she's
the leader of our group.
She's the mass
confusion of our group.
She just can't f*cking cook.
Right now, I feel like a caged
up tiger that hasn't been fed
for weeks, and every
fiber of my being
just wants to get in
there and chew everybody
up and spit them the f*ck out.
Tonight is what "Hell's
Kitchen" is about.
It's about overcoming obstacles.
It's about pushing through
the sh*t and making it happen.
I want to just put
w*r paint on my face
and go running through
Los Angeles right now.
GORDON RAMSAY: LA was a real
workhorse in the kitchen.
I kicked her out
of Hell's Kitchen
because she lacks two crucial
skills to be a great chef,
leadership and creativity.
NARRATOR: Next time
on "Hell's Kitchen--"
Do you realize
this is k*lling us?
NARRATOR: --the feud between
Andrea and Carol intensifies.
If you have
something to say to me,
don't say it up on
the chopping block.
There's just some
people that just
don't know when to shut up.
NARRATOR: As the chef's
get closer to their dream--
One of you is going
to become the head
chef of Borgata Atlantic City.
NARRATOR: --they will
do anything to win--
What is that over there?
I just poured
more cream on it.
I'm gonna put it back in.
- God.
If she fires it when
the order comes in--
Now you're blaming her.
NARRATOR: --even
turn on each other.
You're doing that
to sabotage him.
Never, Chef.
Never--
Make yourself look good.
If Chef Ramsay thinks
that I'm sabotaging people,
then send me the f*ck home.
NARRATOR: One diner dares
to tangle with Chef Ramsay.
Chef!
[whistle]
Right.
Don't whistle at me.
I'm not your dog.
f*ck off, will you?
This is going to be
a difficult decision.
NARRATOR: And you won't
believe who goes home.
GORDON RAMSAY: The person
I feel has given up--
NARRATOR: All next time on
the most cutthroat episode
of the season--
Not good enough.
I'm coming for you.
NARRATOR: --of "Hell's Kitchen."
[music playing]
05x08 - 9 Chefs Compete
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Reality television show that uses a progressive elimination format to narrow down a field of 20 to 12 aspiring chefs to one single winner over the course of one season.
Reality television show that uses a progressive elimination format to narrow down a field of 20 to 12 aspiring chefs to one single winner over the course of one season.